Chapter 1580
Clive paused for a moment before responding, “It’s not far, but—”
“Mr. Stone,”
With a serious expression, Remy said earnestly, “I care for Elisa. I’m pursuing a serious relationship with the intention of marrying her. I won’t give up on her.”
“I understand your family’s concerns, which is why I purchased this villa. My primary responsibility is with FC & Co’s business in Wiltspoon, so I am a permanent resident here. I rarely return to Annenburg. If Elisa decides to marry me, we will be living in Wiltspoon in this house.”
Remy felt he had provided sufficient reassurance.
“No one can predict the future. My mother will only consider you as a candidate for Elisa’s husband if you marry into the family.”
“I can do that if that is Mrs. Stone’s wish. My brother can fulfill his duty to our parents.”
Clive was left speechless.
His mother had never made such a statement.
However, she would not budge on giving Remy her approval.
The last thing she wanted was for Elisa to marry someone far away.
“Mr. Stone, I understand your concerns. It’s difficult for you to trust my words because people can change. I believe time will reveal my intentions. If you’re willing to give me a chance, I’ll prove I’m a man of my word. Does that sound acceptable?”
Clive remained silent.
In fact, he was at a loss for words.
After a lengthy pause, Clive finally said, “I’ve done my part by speaking with you. At least I’ve fulfilled my mother’s request. I should be heading back.”
Remy stood up and accompanied Clive to the gate. He watched as Clive entered his house before pressing the doorbell.
A maid soon appeared.
“Mr. Johnson, Mr. Clive just came in. Didn’t you see him?” the maid asked, puzzled.
Additionally, the residence’s gate was left open.
Remy flashed a gentlemanly smile. “Mr. Stone went ahead of me, and I couldn’t keep up. So, I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Lott, I would like to see Elisa.”
Mrs. Lott grasped the situation upon noticing the bouquet in Remy’s hands. “Please wait a moment, Mr. Johnson. I’ll let Miss Elisa know.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lott.”
A few minutes later, Elisa emerged with her handbag. She confidently walked to the driveway, got into her car, and drove toward the gate. Pulling up, she rolled down the window and said to Remy, “Get in, Remy; I’m taking you out for dinner.”
Noticing her anger, Remy chose to enter the car without further questions.
Once inside, Elisa started the engine.
“Elisa…”
Alice, Elisa’s sister-in-law, stepped out of the house and called her name.
Rather than respond or stop the car, Elisa pressed the accelerator.
Remy glanced at her cautiously, unsure if he should offer her the flowers.
“What’s wrong, Elisa?”
“Nothing. I had a disagreement with my mom. She got upset, and so did I. I didn’t want to eat at home, so let’s go out for dinner. What do you feel like?”
“I’m okay with anything as long as I’m with you. I don’t mind food trucks.”
Elisa looked at him and replied, “I’ve never tried food trucks before.”
“I’ve had them, and the food is great.”
People of their social standing often viewed food trucks as beneath them and questionable in hygiene.
“Elisa, your mom only wants what’s best for you.”
Remy could sense the underlying reason for the argument between mother and daughter.
“I know my mom loves me. She claims to have my best interests at heart, but she needs to consider my feelings. Does she expect me to…?”
“to make decisions for me?” Many parents often felt the need to meddle in their children’s lives “for their own good.” However, did the children actually want their parents’ involvement? Were the choices made by the parents truly in the best interest of their children?
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